Page 137 of Conner's Luna

Uncle Alex grabs my attention again, "you decided to not inform us of your former mate being Marked. I could have spared Bailey and her dad the worry of packing and sneaking off of RedMoon land if you had told me Trey was Marking Lydia last night. They're fucking distracted over there. Damnit, Conner."

Uncle Alex knows exactly what to say to make me feel about an inch tall. Wearily, I rub my hand over my head. "I didn't think it through," I admit.

"Obviously," he snaps out, sarcastically waving his hand toward my still-aching chest. The wounds must have been cleaned by Dad. He lacks Uncle Mattie's touch, that's for fucking sure. "Now I have to explain to the fucking council that it was a mutual decisionafterthe fact. There's still the chance that Wilkinson will change his mind."

"They can't," I growl. My wolf rumbles dangerously.

Uncle Alex scoffs. "Of course they can. It helps that Trey and Lydia Marked each other and you didn't Mark Bailey. But, fuck! I've called a meeting. You may have to have Bailey there, Conner. Do not Mark her beforehand."

"I don't want her exposed to that shit," I snap out. "Can't we just do this without a meeting? Who's going to object? RedMoon-"

"Can still object. Especially if one or both of the Marks didn't take," Uncle Lyall interjects in his soft voice. "Truemates trumps choice."

"Not in this case," I say bitterly. "I'll fight for Bailey. Send out the word that I Challenge that fucker for her."

"Yeah?" Uncle Alex and Dad give each other a significant look.

"What?" I ask, suspicious.

"You, ah, think you can win?" Dad asks me casually.

I snarl furiously and pound my wounded chest with my fist. "I know I'll win," I growl.

Dad tries and fails to hide his smile. "What?!" I roar at him.

"Just... this is different from... before, that's all," he rasps out. He turns from me, blinking his eyes rapidly.

I scowl. Different how? Of course, it's different. Lydia rejected me. I was fucked up. Bailey let me rut her into my mattress last night and still smiled at me this morning. Different.

"You need to have your female with you when you know your bond is about to be Severed," Uncle Alex smoothly returns us to the fucking council discussion.

"I wanted to spare her being forcefully Marked and raped!" I shout, anger spiking at the memory of Bailey's shocked eyes under me as I forced my dick into her soft cunt. Angrily I adjust my dick.

"Conner," Uncle Alex's expression softens.

"No!" I growl. "She's human. You and dad let her take whatever my insane, feral wolf was going to dish out. Why?"

"We had to make sure it was real," Dad says quietly. He leans against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

"And if she was scared? If she fought me and I raped her?" I ask again. "Scar her for life but it's all ok because you wanted to test my reaction?"

"No," Dad says quietly. "I wanted to test hers. I was right there in the hallway, Conner, ready to intervene. She didn't fight you, didn't protest at all. She was a little pissy that you went too quickly, then too slow. She also didn't like the muzzle, but I think that was more for your sake." He pauses thoughtfully.

"I hit her," I point out.

Dad rolls his eyes, firing up my anger even more. "You slapped her thigh and the scent of her arousal from that little move was strong enough to draw every unmated male in the state to her. Braxton was right to make himself scarce."

I growl at the thought of my unmated brother around my unMarked female before catching myself. Then I think of how Bailey softened under me when I gave her that little smack. Her pussy softened right up, getting so wet that it dripped down her ass cheeks.

Fuck. I adjust myself in my pants again as Dad and Uncle Alex smirk knowingly at me. "Fuckers," I snap.

Dad smirks cruelly. "I remember the first time I spanked your Papa-"

"No!" I holler. "You're my parents. That's wrong." Lowering my head, I groan, trying to shake free the image Dad just planted.

"Lyall also-" Uncle Alex says.

"Let's not talk about it," Uncle Lyall says, but he's grinning wickedly.

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